Naive not, stop shedding eyes. ... Next month is June, Oh Juno! You, the sovereign of decree, Tendering the water shed, Back to the life, more often.

Your Rains, it’s not just wet,“Divine nature’s darling drops”With richness and blooms, No signs of sickness besides.
The lovely rose’s blossoms, Though the thorns to harm, Reminded the life mixture, Naïve not, stop shedding eyes.
“Milestone” you are, so created, To ease the send-off the yoke, The first half ceases to break, The peak is so far, endure the sail!